Imagine being in the middle of the world,
the exact point
in which everything crosses
crosses one’s minds
crosses, crosses, crosses
everyone else carries on their backs
Imagine being in the middle of the universe,
the deepest space
where gravity is concentrated
where nothing else matters but the nothingness of matter
everyone, hence, is everyone else: is no one else.
Imagine being in the middle of your soul,
the boundless silence
of whom there is music, weaved within
within the lightless cavities
within and without shadows and visions
yet no one finds wholeness.
Entirety sees its place in infinity
but only in finitude is it visible
barely, notwithstanding.
Today my heart writes a poem and my hands feel light with contentment.